Art is...

...a lunacy of sorts, and enough of a bribe to keep the heart from falling off into nowhere, an attempt to make true what simply cannot be: a controlled grace, constantly upholding, never letting go, never letting down. It is a trick, of course. An attempt to fool the I/eye, to shield us from a simple truth: out in the world, art is graceless and hapless because it is all wrapped up in our surface-ridden bodies, held together by the tangle of imaginings that harbor the self within.

Rebecca Emlinger Roberts
The Art of Looking Down [.PDF excerpt]
The Georgia Review, Fall 2008